“I hate beer,” she moaned. “If you drink enough of it, you won’t care about the taste,” he assured her. She gave… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“She felt guilty, as she had when she’d heard Matt’s deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She’d been too flustered to say… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“You have to stop letting me do this,” he bit off, half-angrily. “If you’ll stop leaning on me so that I can… — Diana Palmer Black humor Copy Share Image
“Tate practically raised you from what I hear. You love him, don’t you?” Her face closed up. “For all the good it… — Diana Palmer Indiana jones Copy Share Image
“I saw him with her last week, at a coffeehouse near my apartment. They were holding hands. She’s captivated him.” “The Lakota… — Diana Palmer Holding hands Copy Share Image
“I won’t be responsible for helping you move someplace where you’re at risk. For one thing, Tate would kill me if anything… — Diana Palmer Children Copy Share Image
“Guilt. Torment. Sorrow. Shock. Which?” she asked against his chest. “I’m trying,” he murmured on a weary chuckle. “But all I can… — Diana Palmer Long time Copy Share Image
